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    :: Friday, October 03, 2003 ::

    happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me...happy birthday dear me-e...happy birthday to me.

    Yes, I am now 17, able to see R rated movies without an adult. To celebrate, i shall see Kill Bill opening night, next week. Can't wait.

    Today was exhausting. I had a pretty good first two periods, got some cards from Sara and Caroline, then went to physics where my secret pal in yearbook gave me a cake (Which is currently in my refrigerator so the icing will stop melting) then had to guard the cake with my life for the rest of the day because people were trying to get it (read: Theo, Elizabeth, Heidi) then rehearsal.

    Two run throughs of the show...exhausting. I was sapped by the end of the second run through. But it was fun. I kicked Landon five times, then called him a shithead as Jesse and I left, then we tried to run over him as we pulled out. Then he stood out in the street screaming at us. And Jesse and I laughed. Landon is hysterical...and so easy to just beat up on. The entire cast has hurt hin at some point; He attacks Charlotte, the stage manager, and always loses, I've punched him in the nose (And he starts crying "I'm bleeding!" then when I go ''Really?" he goes "I'm a good actor...ha ha ha") a couple of times...Andrew called him a loser...to which he told me Andrew called him a Fathead, then proceeded to "cry" into my shirt...and I kicked him.

    So, Landon...ah...such comic relief :).

    Just in case you don't get it, yes, it is a playful beating :)

    Mr. Dillard decided to give a quiz. On my birthday. And then he asid Happy birthday after announcing the quiz. Just to make it more hurtful. But I got a 76 on it, which isn't that bad. Then Theo started complaining about a 77 and I almost hit him. So I told him to shut up.

    Then got lost trying to take Jesse home, then had to run back to Kabuto (My favorite Charlotte restarunt) for my dinner...then home.

    And now I'm tired. So, my birthday.

    And this Blog is officially "Opinions of a 17 Year Old"

    *Confetti*

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    Current Music: Belle and Sebastian - Legal Man

    :: Nick Friday, October 03, 2003 [+] ::
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